I think that it began four or five years ago, when I got my hands on a copy of
Doom2. Once I saw it, I couldn't help but fall head over heels for it. Once I
installed it, the magic began. I played erratically...at least on my own PC. My
friend and I played it rather frequently. Then another friend of mine got it, and
the ball kept on rolling. One day, we did the ultimate - we hooked up on our
modems and played through the entire game, until my PC came to a crashing halt
on level 30. We considered ourselves victorious and moved on to bigger and better
things...DeathMatch!
My friends and I started beating the living hell out of each other. We loved it!
One day Darrell said that his friend invited us to play Doom2 on the network of
the school that he wored at. So, bright and early, around 9:30, Sunday morning,
we all met in front of the building, said our hellos, and went inside. We started
out just slamming each other around, and we played for about 8 hours that first
day. We were completely hooked. We did this every Sunday. Sometimes, I would bring
extra levels with me for a bit of a challenge. We beat the hell out of each other
for about a year, until Mark moved out of state for another job.
One Sunday, after our usual 9 hours of of Doom at the school, my friend, Ryan, and
I decided to play some one-on-one after we got home. So, after grabbing some chips
from the kitchen, I grabbed the phone and the keyboard, and we started another 7
hour marathon of DeathMatch! Once we were finished, we went to bed. When the next
morning came around, he called me around 10 and wanted some more DM. After a few
minutes of debate, I said sure and we went on yet another fragfest! Once Mark
moved away, we did that alot. We burned the midnight oil, and the phone lines,
with Doom2. The original levels and lots of extras.
My passion for DeathMatch still burns to this day.
